Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Mu Ziyou, who was used to his little brother not talking on the microphone, was still chattering in the game, jumping up and down talking to himself.

Yan Zhen also discovered why Mu Ziyou had been playing the game for so long because he was still a rookie.

That is Mu Ziyou's abnormal thinking, his unique and strange brain holes, and his occasional inappropriate distractions.

When Yan Zhen focused on targeting the people in the distance with a sniper, Mu Ziyou lay behind her, and after a long silence, he suddenly spoke again, holding back his laughter and almost spat out the wheat.

"Little brother, turn your head and look, my gun barrel has penetrated your ass, look, can you see it, I'll take a screenshot for you."

Mu Ziyou curled up on the seat, laughing and trembling.

Yan Zhen frowned, pursed his lips and moved to the side, pretending he didn't hear anything.

But Mu Ziyou moved over again, lying side by side with her, moved around for a while, and then suddenly spoke again.

"Little brother, do you feel that my butt is a little bit higher than yours, isn't our modeling the same?"

Already feeling that he could completely tolerate Mu Ziyou's noisy Yan Zhen, he tried to turn off the speaker for the second time within 10 minutes, but on the screen of the live broadcast, the fans kept wailing to turn it off.

Fans who watch the excitement and are not afraid of big things think that Mu Ziyou is very cute, and even find that after being molested by Mu Ziyou, Yan Zhen's grip on the mouse becomes tighter.

There are even some whimsical fans who actually started to use CP.

Yan Zhen is a game anchor of a live broadcast website, but she never shows her face during the live broadcast of the game, she only shows her hands, and a doll of a little lop-eared rabbit under the camera.

It is white and fluffy, with two ears hanging down, and two front paws covering its face. It is short and fat, and looks extraordinarily aggrieved and cute.

Yan Zhen rarely spoke during the live broadcast of the game, but with a pair of beautiful and slender hands, simple and fast operations, and superb game skills, he attracted a large number of fans.

Before Yan Zhen spoke, many fans used Yan Zhen's hands to guess the anchor's gender.

Until one time later, during a live broadcast of a shooting game, Yan Zhen met a teammate who was full of swear words, and accidentally blurted out a sentence.

"Noisy."

Only then did the fans who watched the live broadcast confirm Yan Zhen's gender, but even so, some fans insisted that the anchor who played the game so well must be a boy with a relatively neutral voice.

Because of the fans' begging, Yan Zhen still didn't turn off the speaker.

It's just that because the game has entered the final stage, the poison circle has shrunk to a room in a single building, and their opponent is only the last one left.

Because of this, Mu Ziyou held his breath nervously, as quiet as a chicken.

The sound of footsteps downstairs could be faintly heard, Yan Zhen knew that the enemy was about to rush upstairs, so she crouched vigilantly in a corner of the room, aiming her gun at the stairs.

Mu Ziyou lay beside Yan Zhen, motionless, although she really wanted to rush down and kill the last opponent with random guns, and take her little brother to eat chicken.

But Yan Zhen didn't move, and she didn't dare to move, so she could only lie obediently beside Yan Zhen.

I dropped a gun downstairs and came up.

The white mist quickly blocked the line of sight.

The last enemy finally couldn't help but want to play one last game.

I have to say that Yan Zhen's eyes are really good, she saw the figure flashing past in the smoke at a glance, the muzzle immediately followed, and knocked down the opponent with one shot.

Just as he was about to refill the gun for the last time, there was a bang, and the screen in front of him went gray.

The game ranked second.

The accidental injuries of the few friendly troops at the bottom are particularly eye-catching.

The hand holding the mouse did not move for a long time.

The barrage on the screen began to swipe crazily again, and the uniform hhhhhhhh swiped long and thickly.

Yan Zhen took a deep breath, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.

At the same time, the culprit was ashamed and silent.

Mu Ziyou sat blankly by the computer, holding her knees and pursing her lips. If there was a piece of tofu in front of her right now, she would definitely bump her head into it.

In fact, she was just afraid that the enemy would use

He rushed up to kill her and her little brother, so he had an idea and threw a grenade into the smoke.

But what she didn't expect was that the grenade hit the railing of the stairs, bounced back, and landed at Yan Zhen's feet with great coincidence and precision.

Together with her, was killed.

After a long silence, Mu Ziyou's face and neck behind the screen were as red as ketchup.

She returned to the hall and found that the little brother was still standing quietly and had not left the team.

The silent mannequin stared at her as if waiting for an explanation.

Mu Ziyou licked his dry lips and explained weakly and tremblingly.

"That, ahem, accident, sorry."

As soon as the words fell, the little brother quickly left his teammates, and then his profile picture turned gray.

Mu Ziyou felt that in the eyes of his little brother, she might be a spy sent by the enemy army. She covered the computer in shame and rolled on the bed, covering her head.

She probably has no face to see people.

After lying down, Mu Ziyou lay down until dark, but in the shame and anger, she still fell asleep.

It was just an unfriendly dream.

In the dream, she seemed to have become a character in the game, and was tied up on a windmill by a lot of flowers.

Not far away, a handsome and clear little brother was standing with a dark face, with grenades hanging from head to toe.

Then, one by one, they threw grenades at her, roaring with the changed voice of the villain in the game while throwing them.

"Blow you up and blow you up..."

With the sound of an explosion, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Mu Ziyou sat up with wide eyes and found that her quilt had been thrown back.

Bai Hui, who was carrying a takeaway bag, was standing beside her bed, frowning, looking at her strangely.

Bai Hui was wearing a thin white shirt, and a khaki woolen windbreaker that had just been taken off was hanging on his wrist, and he was full of dust.

"You are dreaming."

Mu Ziyou took a deep breath, touched her forehead, found a layer of sweat, she nodded.

"Ah."

Bai Hui raised her thin, white chin, put the takeaway bag in her hand on Mu Ziyou's table, and said something lightly.

"Don't cover your head next time when you sleep, and don't be afraid of shortness of breath."

Mu Ziyou, who just woke up from a dream, looked decadent and ignorant.

"Ah."

Bai Hui looked at Mu Ziyou, shook his head helplessly, then pointed to the takeaway bag on the table and told her.

"Someone brought it to me, but I've already eaten and I can't take it anymore. You can eat it."

"Thank you."

Mu Ziyou got up and slowly opened the takeaway bag, which contained two boxes of delicate and beautiful sushi.

She played games all afternoon, and forgot to eat at noon. Now it was dinner time, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

Mu Ziyou went to the bathroom to wash his face, brushed his teeth again, and sat on the seat with sushi in his arms. After stuffing two sushi, he suddenly remembered. He turned to look at Bai Hui who was sitting on the side flipping a book, and asked curiously.

"Why didn't I eat?"

"I didn't know you didn't eat."

Bai Hui closed the book, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Mu Ziyou lightly. Her fingertips were painted with bright red nail polish, just like the vicious female supporting role in TV dramas. The paint was bright red, like blood.

But her hands are extraordinarily beautiful, and the red nail polish makes her hands even fairer.

"Oh, thank you."

Mu Ziyou stuffed another piece of sushi into his mouth, staring at Bai Hui's hand, unable to move his eyes away.

She seems to be a bit of a manipulative plot, and she has a special crush on good-looking boys and girls.

Bai Hui looked at Mu Ziyou with his chin propped up, a little bored and lazy, his beautiful peach blossom eyes half-closed.

"What are you looking at, do you like it? If you want to paint it, I can paint it for you."